Elena could barely hold a thought in her head. It was like she was having an out of body experience, where she could watch herself be debased like an actual piece of property. Worse, having such a vantage point, she could watch and feel her reaction, making the experience that much more revolting. She saw the way her nipples hardened so much they ached. She saw her sphincter flex around the base of the plug in her ass as her body tried to expel it, along with the fluids that made her belly ache. She saw the corset and how it pinched her midsection down to a perfect hourglass. She saw the gouts of clear cunt cream flow from her snatch in thick globs.

Worst of all, she watched her mouth as it involuntarily worked the butt plug gag that she could not expel. She wanted to be still, but for some reason she couldn't not chew and suck on the thick tool, even though doing so just kept making more of the gross taste slide over her tongue.

She chanced a look up at the crowd. Most of the eyes of these young women were wide with amazement, while a few were clearly revolted by what they had seen and were seeing. Even the staff, the nurses, and the junior Mistresses, all used to see women debased, punished, and degraded in the most unequivocal ways, held the same opinions. Collectively, the force of their disgust was a palpable force, one that assaulted her with predictable effects. So, when Diane slid her tongue into her ear, another burst of the unwelcome but killing pleasure flowed from her nearly-wrecked cunt, and her knees buckled and failed. She was held up only by the lead from her collar to ceiling.

"Wouldn't you love to eat your Mistress out?" she asked, loud enough so others could hear her. "To slide that tongue through the soft, wet folds of my cunt and hear me moan in pleasure that you can't even give yourself?"

Stop. PLEASE. No more. Elena wondered if there was such a thing as dying from unfulfilled sexual need, or if dehydration from a constantly-running cunt was possible. The room began to dance around her - whether from a mental condition or a physical ailment, she couldn't be sure.

"Well, since we both know exactly why you can't do that, you're going to get the next best thing. You get to see me pleasured by several of our patients. You know, the same ones who, just a few days ago, were polite and deferential to you and treated you with respect." The way Elena's face fell with disappointment must have amused Diane, because she laughed. "But now they look at you as the most disgusting form of a whore - not only because of your gag, but because it turns you on and they know it. Well, now they're definitely of a higher status than you, because they get to lick my cunt and suck my nipples while you watch." Diane's laughter faded as she stepped away from her hostage and nodded to Elizabeth.